Of course, it isn’t so much that the kids must be named alphabetically. That’s only one possible pattern out of a myriad of possibilities. Kid 3’s name could start with a D, for instance. Then Kid 4 could have a D-name. See, you jump one step in the alphabet to go from A to B, so you’d get D if you double that number. Thinking outside the box, I could pick a G-name by slipping over to the Greek alphabet (Alpha, Beta, Gamma, etc). The point is to find a pattern. That’s what’s important.
Then there’s the names of the mothers. Two kids, two moms, so that means if there are THREE kids, there has to be a third mom. (Unless, of course, I can start at the top of the batting order again, but that seems unlikely.) The first one is an A-name. Then we’ve got an E-name. Again, coincidence (I hope), but it does lock me into a pretty rigid pattern. Vowels. That’s tricky, as there aren’t many I-names. I guess Mom 3 has to be an Idra or an Illya.
None of this would be necessary, of course, if I didn’t have a mild case of OCPD (obsessive-compulsive personality disorder, not be confused with obsessive-compulsive disorder). It’s very mild. I don’t have to order the breakfast cereals on my shelves by size, alphabet, or fibre content. Towels don’t have to have their edges lined up when hanging. My bed doesn’t have hospital corners and my books aren’t lined up by publication date. It doesn’t rule my daily life or anything.
Then again, I did just spend half a day plotting how to slip a C-name for an imaginary child I’m not planning to have past a fictional I-name woman I’m not planning to woo.
Maybe “moderate” is a more apt word than “mild.”